Xiang Yu's hand slid back the lace curtain, his body freezing in place. In his world, he had a reason to hunt his mother's soul. The woman had tormented him greatly and sought to make him pay. His hatred for her was profound, and he planned to make her suffer for all eternity.
But why did the Imperial Lord treat his wife this way? Why not bury her with dignity and send her to the underworld? Preserved in the liquid as the day she died, she lay there, a haunting reminder. Xiang Yu felt an extreme rage that didn't belong to him. It must have been from the lingering traces of the original Xiang Yu of this world.
Gritting his teeth, he whispered, "Don't worry, I will make him pay for this." He closed the lace curtain and continued walking through the lab. Just then, Hex's voice echoed in his mind, "There is something a few feet from here to your left."